Twig Arbora
[Character Picture]
| Age | 15 (Milarkus 15, 1751) |
| Species | Squirrel |
| Pronouns | she/her |
| Size (Extra Small, Small, Medium, Large, Extra Large) | Small |
| Build | Waifish |
| Rank | n/a |
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
Twig is covered from the tips of her tufted ears to the end of her bushy tail in sooty grey fur, with her brush appearing fully black. Her eyes are a dark brown bordering on charcoal. She is skinny and rawboned, even for a street urchin. Some of this is due to her naturally small size, the rest thanks to the realities of living on the streets of Bully Harbor. She is short for her age and appears younger than she is, a fact that she has been known leverage when it suits her. She wears whatever clothes she can manage to find, usually breeches and a shirt that may or may not fit properly, and she keeps all four paws wrapped in long strips of dark cloth
PERSONALITY:
Take what you can, give nothing back. She can't remember when or where she first heard the phrase, but it lodged somewhere deep in her psyche, a distillation of the attitude she took on to survive. She trusts no one but herself, her natural caution now something bordering on reflexive suspicion. If she does something good for another beast, you can be certain she's getting something out of it. And if she wishes things could be other than they are, she doesn't waste much time on it. They're not, and she still needs her next meal and a safe place to sleep.
STRENGTHS:
Just Keep Moving: They can't pin you down if you don't stop. They can't stop you if you don't let them. Twig's mental tenacity allows her to keep fighting past the point most beasts would expect her to.
Work Smarter, Not Harder: Twig is intelligent. She can't just outmatch most beasts on a level playing field, but she's really good at making sure the playing field
isn't level.
WEAKNESSES:
Not A Team Player: The line between "can't trust anyone" and "won't trust anyone" is a thin one.
Paranoid: Life has been out to get her for so long, she probably wouldn't recognized it if something good happened.
BIOGRAPHY:
Either orphaned or abandoned at a young age, Twig can neither remember her parents nor any other caregiver. Her earliest memories involve tagging along with various gaggles of streetkits, barely keeping up and being hungry more often than not. Various beasts must have helped her or she wouldn't have survived, but she can't remember them. What she does remember is learning quickly that you can't trust anyone, and that it's better to be lucky than good-- but you better be good, too. She learned how to pick pockets, steal anything that wasn't nailed down (and some that were) and how to not get caught doing it. And she learned that being a small woodlander kit, she wasn't usually the first suspect.
POSSESSIONS/REAL ESTATE:
Ha. Only what she's managed to get her paws on this week.
SKILLS:
| Physical | Mental | Social |
|---|
| Climbing [Proficient] (2) | Tenacity [Proficient] (2) | Blending In [Proficient] (2) |
| Hiding [Proficient] (2) | Adaptability [Trained] (1) | Listening [Trained] (1) |
| Throwing Knives [Trained] (1) | Infiltration [Novice] (0) | |
| Running [Novice] (0) | | |
| Total Points in Category: 5 | Total Points in Category: 3 | Total Points in Category: 3 |
